The Sun King's Evidence

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Ryan originally didn't want to deal with Leman Russ as Asby.

He now feels that Ruth's logic is indeed very simple and crude. When the two people were so tense before, this old wolf just came to reconcile and even took the initiative to smile. It really has no blood or backbone at all.

Moreover, in the fierce battle at Wolfenburg after the forced march, the reinforcements lost more than 12,000 people, and the local defenders of Oster lost more than 8,000 people.

By the end of the Battle of Wolfen, of the more than 38,000 expeditionary troops that Lane brought from Britannia, excluding the dead and wounded, only more than 28,000 people were left to continue fighting. The Midden Sea Mu's army also suffered a lot of losses, but these are still acceptable.

Ryan ignored Ruth's hand, but motioned for him to take it back: "Since it is my father's wish, I will give you a face, but I can give you face, but my army cannot. You must show enough strength for this matter." compensation."

"Enough." Russ withdrew his hand nonchalantly. He actually didn't take Ryan too seriously. He was too young. Although his strength was pretty good, there was still a gap compared with him: " I brought back a lot of gold and silver from the Far East, and I’ll give it all to you. It’s a lot, so you’d better prepare dozens of carts to load it.”

"What did you bring back?" Ryan asked strangely.

"You'll know later." Ruth was not in the mood to talk to Ryan. He stood up and walked towards the funeral.

At the funeral site, large purple thistles were placed on Oleg's chest. Elector Varmir stood in front of Oleg's body. The elector wept silently, and his heart was filled with silent sadness. heart.

He once regarded Oleg as his pride. He once thought more than once that he could pass the throne to him in a few more years. He once thought that maybe Oleg could lead the Oster Territory out of poverty and the threat of foreign enemies. , towards prosperity and strength.

Now, everything is broken.

All ruined.

"The castle of the ancestors has been destroyed. My son, I don't even have a chance to bury you in the tomb of the ancestors." Old Vamir von Zhukov burst into tears, but he still suppressed himself: "Not even."

"Son, sometimes I really don't want you to be like this. Instead of being a hero, it's better to live a good life as a mortal." The Elector said loudly: "But this is fate! This is the fate of the Oster people!"

"May this thistle be with you, soothe the spirits, and let the trumpet sound!"

"Rest in peace Oleg, you will always be part of Osterland."

The flames burned, the body turned into ashes, and green smoke curled up. Under the illumination of the morning light, the Elector sighed. He looked at Wolfenburg's current miserable situation: "Charlemagne, how can you be so beautiful under my rule now?" Facing such a calamitous era, it turns out that young people died young, while a middle-aged man like me lingered..."

"Why did it become like this?"

"My son, because this is the price of being a hero!" The Elector was unable to speak for a long time in front of the fire.

Leman Russ sang the ancient songs of Fenris, and at the same time the Wolf King gently pressed Vasily's shoulders. This was a big boy less than twenty years old, but he already looked very mature. He gritted his teeth Not a tear was shed, for Ruth didn't shed a tear either.

The Wolf King is always tolerant towards children: "Cry if you want, Vasily."

"I won't cry until the last Norscan is dead, mentor!" Vasily held Oleg's relic in his hand, the golden bull statue on his kneepad, tightly, tightly.

Ryan was sitting on the steps. The King of Knights looked at this scene a little sad, but also a little happy. He sighed. The endless war is really easy to get tired and boring.

"It is said that the thistle is the symbol of the Osterland, because it symbolizes strictness and revenge." Next to him, Alaros limped to Ryan and sat down. The wood elf hero hit Ryan a little awkwardly. A greeting: "Are you interested in hearing the story of thistle? King of Knights?"

"Please tell me." Ryan has already learned the story of Alaros from the Butcher King and the Oster defenders. I have to say that what Alalos did this time has greatly changed everyone's views. He and the Butcher King Agrim - Together with Iron Fist, they defeated the great demon of Khorne, Karghank, who was greatly strengthened by the large-scale sacrificial ceremony. They made great achievements in the guard battle, and even teamed up with the Butcher King to blow up the gunpowder magazine of the Chaos Dwarves at a critical moment.

In the end, Araloth shot an arrow through the right eye of the Chaos Dwarf Warlord Hussein Said, and the Butcher King took the opportunity to split his distant relative's head open with an axe.

Immortal merit has been created. Although Ryan knew that these were Lilith's intentions, the King of Knights still thanked Aralos. After confronting Russ, Ryan was not in a good mood. He could only squeeze out a With a smile on his face, he motioned for Aralos to continue speaking.

"Legend has it that before the empire was established, the Eubus tribe here in Osterland had already been engaged in a long war with the Norscan barbarians. In fact, under the leadership of Charlemagne, the Carolingian tribe and the Thuringian tribe Before the arrival of the Bryngudan tribe in the current Aiwei territory, the Yubusi tribe had been at a disadvantage in the war." Aralos was still a little unhappy with Ryan, after all, the glorious victory of the Three Kings Battle had spread throughout the old world.

You must know that the wood elves and the beastmen have been fighting in the forest of Athel Loren for thousands of years. Orion Alaire has personally gone into battle time and time again, and Aislai has used all his elites to fight, but he has never achieved such a brilliant and terrifying victory. It is said that as soon as the beastmen in the entire empire see Ryan's figure and see his heraldic banner, they will be so scared that they will urinate and run for their lives in a hurry.

"Once, the Yubus tribe was surrounded by the Norscans in a stronghold. The barbarians wanted to attack the stronghold along the entire moat. As a result, there were large tracts of thistles on the road. The barbarians eagerly attacked most of the people. After being cut on the leg by a thistle, the Yubusi people took the opportunity to fight back, broke through the siege and won a great victory." Aralos looked at the sky and said: "Therefore, the thistle symbolizes revenge and severity, and represents the Oster people. A will that never yields.”

"...It can be seen that the Eternal God of Chaos Chosen was...forget it, there is no point in talking about it now." Ryan put away the Nemesis, and the knight looked at Aralos and asked with concern: "Is your leg okay?"

"Leg? What does a leg mean if you can devote yourself to Lilith?" Araloth patted his knee that had been repaired and put on a wooden board. The wood elf hero said with an indifferent attitude: "It's just to return to Athel Loren. Just rest for a while.”

"Take a good rest for a few months." Ryan said casually.

"How many months?" Aralos looked like you were teasing me: "How many months do you think this kind of injury will heal? Wow, human hearts are really sinister. I don't even understand that you are cursing me. You are still laughing at me, Islay is no better than you humans, even if I drink the berry wine brewed using the fountain of life of the Oak of Ages, I will have to rest for at least ten years, unless Isha performs a miracle."

"Thank you for your hard work." Ryan understood why the elf would need to rest for months or even years whenever he was injured. The King of Knights was speechless and could only change the topic: "We will always remember your contribution."

"Hopefully." Aralos spread his hands toward Ryan and threw a package to Ryan: "It's time for me to go. My leg is so injured that I am destined to be unable to participate in the next battle. This is for you."

"This is it?" Ryan took the package and found that it was not heavy.

"This is another fragment of Lilith's Star Crown, coming from the ruins of Warrag Fortress in the south of the Dark Realm." Aralos nodded: "Put it away and give it to Lilith. Remember our help from Aslay."

After saying that, Alaros stood up and left.

On the other side, at the funeral scene, Marshal Rick Heilberg was talking to Ludwig Schwartzhammer, the emperor's champion and flag-bearer. Helberg shook his head sadly. There is nothing better than seeing the empire being destroyed and tortured. To this extent, Marshal Rick felt even more distressed: "Ludwig, I think I'm shaken."

"..." Ludwig, the white-bearded grandfather, a strong man in the sanctuary, the emperor's personal champion and flag-bearer, shook his head.

"Everyone thinks that Motkin was defeated because of our arrival, committed suicide because of fear of failure, and was defeated by us from both sides." Heilberg said sadly: "You know, if Motkin If Turgeon had not committed suicide, we might be able to win this war, but at least 40,000 of our 80,000 people who came on the hasty march would fall forever on the ruins of Wolfen. At least he could fight to the death of both of us. , Yes, we have many strong men from the Holy Domain here, many, but judging from Oleg, it is not easy to defeat Motkin."

"However, he gave up, he gave up fighting to the death, he gave up the temptation of promotion, he even gave up breaking through. What kind of person is this eternal divine choice?"

"He is a warrior, a true warrior." Ludwig muttered: "Fortunately, he committed suicide. Without his leadership, the Chaos army will scatter like gravel."

After the funeral, everyone reached a tacit agreement after discussion.

That is about how to publicize the victory of this battle to the outside world.

The human coalition defeated the Chaos army in an upright and direct confrontation in Wolfenburg. There was the tenacious resistance and persistence of the Oster people, the support of the dwarves of Butcherburg, and the help of the wood elves. With the combined efforts of everyone, Wolf Wolfenburg was able to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

The Chaos army was defeated by enemies on both sides. Motkin, the Eternal Chosen God of Chaos, fully realized his destined failure and decided to commit suicide to avoid the coming humiliation.

The victory of the human coalition against the Chaos army is destined and there is no doubt. This means that justice must defeat evil, which means that order must defeat Chaos. No matter how many efforts and attempts Chaos makes, they are doomed to fail, because the coalition of Order is Invincible!

Long live the empire! Long live humanity! Long live the old world!

After cleaning the battlefield, the very tired army stayed in Wolfenburg to rest. Lane estimated that it would take at least a week for his army to recover from the very exhaustion.

At the same time, the army began to count specific losses, and intelligence from the rear and the front arrived in Wolfenburg one after another.

That afternoon, Ryan's King of Britannia Knights was in the red, blue, and gold-domed tent.

Since Wolfenburg has been reduced to ruins except for the inner fortress Bullburg, the army can only be stationed in the ruins. Ryan saw that most of the refugees were still crowded in the ruins and mines and eked out an existence. He couldn't bear it and refused. After accepting the invitation from Elector Varmir to stay in Wolfenburg, he chose to directly find a burned noble manor in the city and set up a tent in it.

After shamelessly assigning many matters to Lawn and Morgiana, and giving some guidance, Ryan finally had a chance to take a rest. He first took a nap in the tent and fell into a drowsy sleep. Hearing the footsteps outside, he subconsciously shouted: "Olica? Get me a glass of water."

"There is no Orika here, dear." The visitor was Veronica, and the Witch of Gloria changed into a late-Xingchufang pale ink-colored vertical buttoned fishtail skirt paired with flesh-colored pantyhose and a pair of fiery red high heels. , her sweet and charming face became more and more crystal clear, and she wore a ring with a salamander pattern on her left ring finger, wearing high-precision Yselama silver master-grade soft armor obtained from Bafeng Mountain, Veronica She also got a chance to perform in this battle. She defeated Hal, the Eye of Eternity, the Chosen God of Tzeentch. Unfortunately, due to the heavy snow and the ice supreme elemental lord, Veronica's fire magic could not be used to its maximum potential. In the end, Hal escaped, and the coalition forces really didn't have the energy to pursue him.

Hearing Ryan subconsciously call Orika's name, the female speaker's face swelled slightly. She poured a glass of water and put it in front of Ryan, and said displeasedly: "Miss your Orika? My dear, why did you do that? Don’t you want to bring Orica out?”

Ryan was still a little dizzy from sleep at this time. The King of Knights took a sip of water, smiled, put his arms around Veronica, and fell down on the bed. Veronica screamed and quickly covered her mouth, but was Ryan hugged him and said, "You guy! There are many people outside!"

"Don't I want to give you a chance to show off without Orika?" Ryan reached out and took off Veronica's high heels, hugged his first woman, groped her silk feet, and smelled her hair. The strong smell of rose perfume made the King of Knights hum in enjoyment: "My dear, come and give me a hug."

"I'm really...thinking of Olika, come and hug me again." Veronica struggled a bit but couldn't break free from Ryan's arm, so she could only hug him a little aggrievedly. The female speaker leaned into Ryan's arms and took out He wrote a letter: "Hey, news from the rear, your Imperial Countess and your Theresa have set off towards Wolfenburg and are expected to arrive in five days."

"Has all the army in the southern part of the empire crossed the Talabek River?" Ryan took the letter and read it casually. It is usually enough to skip the general content of this kind of official document and read a few sentences.

"Well, in addition to these few armies, Helmut Feuerbach, the Grand Duke of Talabek and the Elector of Talabheim, suddenly decided to send a large army to support us. Another one came to share the merits of the war." Veronica said disdainfully. After enjoying herself being held by the man for a few minutes, the female speaker finally signaled Ryan not to stay in bed: "Get up, honey, you still have a lot to deal with."

"Is there anything else?" Ryan could only let go of Veronica helplessly. The female speaker put her silk feet into high heels. She hugged Ryan in turn, letting Ryan feel her broad mind: "Dear, a few things The first thing is about the issue of war seizures and how to distribute them. Lawn has already discussed some results, but you still have to make a decision."

"Yeah, yeah~" Ryan was squeezed very comfortably by Veronica.

"The second thing is that your brother said to go to him if you have time. He said he would compensate for your losses."

"I know, he told me." Ryan nodded.

"The third thing is... Ryan, there are many refugees here, and there are many children." Veronica rolled her eyes and said excitedly: "I took a look and found that there are a few girls with magical talents. ,Yes or no……"

"Then you have to go and talk to the Elector Wolfen." Ryan didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either: "Go and negotiate the price with the Elector yourself. Anyway, they all know that you are mine."

"Hehehe~ I'm yours, always have been." Veronica knew that Ryan was giving her a platform, so she couldn't help but give her a kiss, and then patted Ryan on the shoulder to signal him Get up quickly.

Ten minutes later, Ryan and Veronica walked out of the king's tent together. There were very lively and exclamatory sounds outside. Everyone seemed to be watching something interesting. Even the Old Guards and Holy Grail Knights gathered there. Together, they were amazed. Seeing Ryan coming, everyone moved out of the way: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, look! It's a bear! What a cute bear. We have never seen such a cute giant bear! Its color is so strange. .”

"Giant bear?" Ryan glanced curiously.

Just above the clearing of the ruins, two giant black and white bears were eating together.

The giant white bears with black ears, dark eye circles, black limbs and looking like they were wearing a black vest aroused everyone's attention and heated discussions. Their naive appearance made everyone temporarily forget the pain caused by the war.

One of the giant bears was sitting on the ground, eating a piece of barbecue ribs that everyone had given him. The sound of chewing was like a live eating broadcast.

The other giant bear was even more arrogant. It stood upright, put its hands on its hips, and opened its mouth wide, looking extremely angry.

Come and feed me!

An old guard took out an apple and stuffed it into its mouth. The giant bear smelled the apple and expressed satisfaction. It stretched out its hand, grabbed the apple, bit off half of it, and held the rest in its hand, chirping, chirping. Then he ate.

"???" Ryan was a little stunned.

Isn't this... a panda?

Why did you appear here?

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